Holiday Morning After Her Night of Debauchery
It was a holiday morning. I lay in bed, just blinking my eyes. Sunlight streamed through the gap in the curtains, brighter than usual.
The dream I'd had last night had been a nightmare. Rozalia smiling radiantly at Descart von Rugria and throwing herself into his arms.
Damn it. Reality and dreams were all mixed up—I couldn't tell what was real anymore.
"……."
I lifted the blanket and looked down at myself. My pitiful, shriveled little dick. Ever since that damn balance patch system message, my cock had really shrunk to a worthless size.
Can I even satisfy Rozalia with this? Anxiety crept up on me.
"Hoo……."
I let out a heavy sigh and dragged myself out of bed. It was the weekend, a day off at Mercier Manor. I'd slept in for once, but I felt anything but refreshed. My head was full of nothing but Rozalia.
On holidays, she'd always come see me without fail, clinging to me. Of course, our goal was netorase, so it made sense for her to devote herself to another man. But spending the whole weekend rolling around alone? It twisted my guts in a weird way.
Knock knock.
A light knock broke the silence.
"Master Karn, are you awake?"
It was Miel's voice from outside the door.
"Yeah, come in."
I mumbled a reply and ran a hand through my hair. Miel entered cautiously, carrying a tray. Breakfast.
"I've brought your meal."
Miel set the tray on the table with a bright smile. Normally, I'd toss some light flirt her way over that pretty smile, but today? Not feeling it.
"Thanks. Just leave it and go."
She looked a bit taken aback by my curt tone but nodded and left the room.
The moment the door clicked shut, I flopped back onto the bed. Staring blankly at the ceiling, I suddenly heard a rattle from the window.
Creeeak—
"……."
The sound of the window opening. I turned my head. Someone was perched on the windowsill. Pale cherry-blossom pink hair.
"Kaaarn~"
It was Rozalia. She sat there on the sill, beaming at me. Her hair was a little messy, her expression drowsy. Instead of her usual provocative lavender dress, she wore a rumpled shirt and a skirt thrown on haphazardly.
"Why come through the window when the door's right there?"
"'Cause it's a secret visit."
She hopped down into the room with a bounce. Her walk was off—thighs rubbing together awkwardly, legs slightly spread. And that faint smell wafting from her. Fishy and musky, the scent of male.
"Hey… you reek."
"Huh? Oh… I washed up, but it's still on me?"
She sniffed her arm, then flopped face-down onto my bed.
"Ugh, I'm beat. Thought I was gonna die."
I sat up beside her.
"You slept with Descart yesterday?"
"Yeah. All day long."
She turned her head to meet my eyes. Those clear, affectionate rapeseed-yellow irises, now swirling with exhaustion and the afterglow of pleasure.
"How was it?"
"Hmm……."
She rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling, and started giggling.
"I turned into a total slut."
"……."
"Yesterday, His Highness Descart pounded my pussy so hard it felt like it was gonna fall apart."
My heart dropped. I knew why she'd approached him. But hearing it straight from her mouth? My gut burned hot.
"Haa♡… His Highness's cock was huge. Way bigger than yours, Karn."
"Hey."
"It's true! Veins bulging everywhere, that stupidly massive head… it stabbed right into my tight cervix, over and over."
Her hand trailed over her breasts.
"All day yesterday, I was gasping like a bitch in heat, getting railed by that monster dick. I even begged to be his cum dump, his filthy fucktoy… said it all myself."
"Rozalia."
"Yeah?"
"You…."
My throat tightened. Jealousy? No, not jealousy. This—my lover getting ravaged by another man, praising his cock size while acting like a whore. It was all her doing. The netorase report I craved. The sinful thrill of corrupting the irreplaceable woman with my own hands welled up.
"Fuck, don't turn me on like that."
"Ahaha, Karn, you got hard?"
She sat up and poked at the front of my pants.
"Oh?"
Her eyes went wide. Then she burst out laughing—Puhaha!
"Karn, what the hell is this?"
"Uh… well."
I quickly crossed my legs. The bulge that should’ve been there? Flat. No, concave.
Rozalia reached over my pants and squeezed the tiny lump.
"Ow! That hurts!"
"Why’d your dick get so small?"
"It's… the balance patch."
"Pfft, balance patch? Like in a netorase porn game?"
She rolled around, clutching her stomach.
"Oh man, this is insane. Karn's little dick turned into a baby dick! It's like my pinky finger!"
"Quit laughing. Whose fault is this, huh?"
"Not mine! The System did it on its own… Ahaha!"
Tears streamed down her face as she laughed. My cheeks burned; I glared at her.
"Fine, yeah, it's small. Tiny. Micro. Whatever."
"Nah, just… after getting stuffed full by His Highness Descart's massive horse cock yesterday, seeing your cute little nub? Kinda weird feeling."
She scooted closer and carefully unzipped my pants.
"Lemme see my boyfriend's tiny cute dick up close?"
"Hey, don't."
I tried to push her hand away, but she yanked down my underwear too. My pathetic shrunken penis flopped out into the air. Smaller than a normal flaccid size. Like a kindergartener's.
"Whoa… it's really tiny."
Rozalia poked my microdick with her finger.
"……."
Humiliation flushed my face. No excuses came to mind.
"The System… you made it, right?"
I finally spat out.
"Quit pretending and explain."
She blinked blankly for a second, then giggled.
"Heehee… okay, I'll stop teasing."
She propped herself on her elbows, tapping her chin with a finger like she was thinking. Cherry-blossom hair cascaded softly over her shoulders. Through the rumpled shirt collar, her heavy white tits swayed precariously.
"The System I made reflects your subconscious desires, Karn."
She stared straight at me, her rapeseed eyes curving mischievously.
"So this? Totally your fault♡"
"My fault?"
"Yup. It starts calculating the second you use a Vulgar Netoright and pick a target. Figures out how you wanna defile me, how you want me stolen and corrupted by another guy. Then it digs through the porn game database I played and yanks out the perfect bad end route."
I rubbed my dry face. My neck ached. Now I got why I'd lost from the start. No way to win.
"The System tweaks the world to hit that bad end. Sudden reality-warping? Too ridiculous, huge mana drain."
"So it made my dick micro-sized."
"Exactly! Gives everyone fitting penalties to nudge things that way."
She poked the dip in my pants again.
"Don't pout like that. There're way worse ones. Like permanently tattooing a bottom-tier succubus pussy on my belly. Or locking it so you can never physically beat the affair guy."
"……."
"Put together your penalty and mine…."
She looked up, pursing her lips, rummaging through memories.
"Hmm. Sounds like that game I cleared 16th—'The Lovey-Dovey Couple Netorases the Wife to a Powerhouse'. Probably Bad End Route 2."
My jaw dropped.
That's the one buried in the corner of my hard drive I never even launched.
Breath caught. My girlfriend—my adorable girlfriend—knew every male-oriented hardcore netorare game's settings and routes by heart. Brain freeze. For me. After I died. Cracked my PC password, cleared every single one without skipping.
Vision blurred. Throat burned. Heart throbbed. How lonely was she? Staring at my filthy leftovers like they were traces of me, sobbing and clicking through the night.
I just stared at her. Affection. Guilt. Heavy love.
Rozalia flinched under my gaze, shoulders trembling. Her pale cheeks flushed tomato-red.
"Eek?! N-no fair. Don't look at me like that."
She whipped her head away, coughing and fanning her face.
"A-anyway! The affair guy gets a tiny system nudge too… though he'd never notice."
"What happens to penalties at the bad end?"
"They all vanish. That's the goal."
She smirked, one corner of her mouth quirking up.
"But after? The aftereffects are rough. I end up the town whore, ruined for life. You? Might turn into a hopeless netorare masochist…♥"
"And recovery? Back to normal?"
"Rewinding time whole-cloth? Too much mana. I could, but… better to erase memories of involved people, fill the gaps smoothly."
"You said no reality-warping powers."
"System can't. I can."
I can. So matter-of-fact.
Rozalia held out her palm flat in front of me.
"Lemme explain my mana."
The room's air shifted.
Heavy. Thick, suffocating density filled the space. Cumulus mist rose from her white palm. Illusion. Pale pink petals swirled through the fog like fish in water. Sweet, dreamy scent.
Eastern mysticism. Dreamlike spirituality blurring reality. No trace of the vulgar whore reminiscing about another man's cum. She felt like a fairy descended from heaven.
"This is my mana manifested. Illusory Flower Dream. An exotic power straddling reality and fantasy."
A petal brushed my cheek softly.
"This world's mages hold a whole world inside them. I call mine the Dream Flower Realm. I pull fantasy flowers from that inner world and make my delusions real."
"This cheat-level mana was always there?"
"Nah. I made it. Hidden piece."
She hummed, snapping her fingers lightly. Petals scattered, vanishing from sight.
"Original's like an immortal sage's spiritual power mixed with heavenly dream realm vibes. Peeked at 'Omnipotent's Quill Pen' via the System? Synergy's insane."
Unbelievable. Couldn't even laugh. She lived on another plane. This petite girl could erase the Empire with a flick if she wanted. A transcendent being.
And that all-powerful girlfriend? Spent yesterday under Prince Descart, shaking her hips like a love slave, offering her pussy. To satisfy my perverted kink.
"……Total cheat. God-mode."
"Gotta be, to match your bottomless fetish, run netorase play, and wipe out the original's annoying villains."
She lowered her hand, back to normal Rozalia. No—back to the cock-hungry slut thinking of Descart.
The musky male scent hit my nose again.
"Explanation over for now."
She crawled toward me on her knees. Her rumpled skirt hiked up her thighs. No panties. Between her spread pale thighs, swollen outer labia glared red. Glossy transparent nectar pooled at her slit.
Rozalia straddled my lap, spreading her legs to clamp my hips. Her bare thighs scorched my skin. Sticky heat from her plump ass crack seeped through my thin pants straight to my crotch.
She wrapped her arms around my neck.
"Let's cuddle more, Kaarn…♥"
Sweet breath in my ear. She ground her hips lazily. Her pussy—ruined soft by another man's thick cock—squelched wetly over my pinky-sized nub.
Squelch.
Vulgar friction. This woman with godlike power gladly became a whore for me. Sin and love twisted into vicious pleasure, slamming up my spine to my brain.
"Kaarn…♥."
"What."
"Thought while getting pounded by His Highness yesterday."
She looked up at me, eyes gleaming with thick lust.
"I think I'm addicted to His Highness's cock."
"……."
"So thick and hard, fills my tight hole perfectly, no gaps. Your little nub… could never give that pleasure."
Her words stabbed like daggers. Fact-violence: my microdick couldn't satisfy her anymore.
"Plus, he treats me like a whore. Calls me a tail-wagging slut for commoners, twists my tits, spanks my ass. And… I love it. His contemptuous gaze makes my pussy throb like crazy."
"Hah……you crazy bitch."
"Yeah. I'm crazy. Seeing your baby dick… makes me miss His Highness's huge rod, pussy's soaking."
She stood, lifting her skirt. Bare, no panties. From her gaping slit, sticky nectar dangled like a thread.
"See? Your girlfriend's pussy, creaming just from your pathetic nub and thinking of another man's cock."
"Haa……one day?"
Breath hitched. Misery, sin, creepy ecstasy crashed in. I gripped my tiny dick, panting.
"Yup! One day. Details…"
Rozalia's eyes sparkled as she fished something from her cleavage. A blinking green mana crystal.
"No way… you recorded it?"
I took the crystal.
"Kinda embarrassing… but you'll see."
She snuggled close. Her scent and faint rose perfume tickled my nose.
Activating it, a holographic video shimmered in the air. Luxurious academy hotel room. And inside….
Naked Rozalia on all fours. Descart behind her.
Her voice from the video—spewing vulgar, humiliating lines.
Descart's massive cock mercilessly plowing her pussy, captured raw.
Squelch! Slap!
Her moans filled the room with the obscene sounds.
"……!"
I panted, glued to the screen. Descart degraded her—gaslighting with pleb insults, handling her like a monkey, piling on shame.
Legs spread wide, fingering herself while insulting me, all crystal clear.
Her screams echoed. On-screen, she twisted like a bitch, squirting nectar.
My lover, degrading me under another man's gaze, masturbating. I trembled watching the extreme vid.
"How's that? Am I a total slut?"
Rozalia whispered in my ear.
"Yesterday, I insulted you nonstop while giving His Highness everything. Mouth pussy, main pussy… even let him rim my ass."
"Haa, haa…."
My breathing ragged. My tiny nub quivered, rising shamelessly. Shame, jealousy, voyeuristic thrill at her fall scrambled my brain.
Spurt…!
Couldn't hold it—I shot thin semen into the air.
"Oh my."
Rozalia's eyes widened.
"Karn, did you just… cum to my netorase vid?"
"F-fuck… shut up…"
"Puhaha! Baby dick came so good!"
Every word gutted me. She scooped my watery cum on her finger and licked it.
"Ew, tastes bad. Watery and fishy. Real cum's gotta be thick and savory like His Highness's."
"Hey!"
"Hehe, kidding. Karn cum's yummy too."
Rozalia grinned, kissing my cheek. She burrowed into my arms.
"But Karn."
"Yeah."
"I'm gonna keep going to His Highness from now on… you sure you can handle it?"
Her eyes calm, serious.
"Yesterday, staring at his face… I blanked out a sec. He's hot. When he was sweet, my pussy pissed itself soaking."
"……."
"…It's gonna get spicy for real now. Keep watching?"
Her whisper laced with worry. I hugged her back.
"Yeah. And I don't care."
"Really?"
"Whore, prostitute, dump me for him… I'll watch you to the end."
A smile spread on her lips.
"Pervert Karn."
"You too."
We tangled bodies, sharing a lewd kiss celebrating her first fall.